April, 2009
i could sleep for a thousand years
have listened to venus in furs about 50 times in the last week.
then james sent me a 15 minute long demo version of it. lord.
had a root canal last week. having to get a root canal is a significant setback in my ongoing valiant effort to be a responsible and together person. wept with defeat upon hearing the news.
they couldn't finish the root canal in one sitting. i have to go back for more. have been sleeping endlessly since i had it done, though. really endlessly. every day when i come home from the office, i just sleep ten or 12 hours until i wake up and have to go back to oakland. where the paramount theatre fuckin greets me.
had another session on sutro tower tattoo today, body was too tired to take that much, towards the end my skin started doing something cece referred to as "bleeding out." not good. sessions too close together, and too close to teeth woes too.
tamera started talking to me about the circles of hell in dante's inferno. i read about how those guilty of excessive flattery end up in a river of shit and astrologists like myself end up doomed for all eternity to walk backward with their heads turned around on their bodies.
so then tonight i went to city lights and thought i should get a copy of it, but then decided maybe it wasn't worth it. i also thought i should maybe get leaves of grass, but they didn't have the edition i wanted, and then i picked up some other book from a stack that was left on a table, and underneath it was a copy of dante's inferno. looking at me. so i said OH FINE out loud and bought it.
so to summarize, in the past two weeks i have started a new job, put up my personal site finally, had a root canal, had two tattoo sessions, bought a copy of dantes inferno...
and i left out some other things which are:
discovered the aquarian tarot which is the best lookin' tarot deck ever made,
bought a copy of the encyclopedia of witchcraft and demonology (water damage),
regularly eaten my multivitamins, which i'm suspicious of. not of the fact that i'm eating them but.. they make me feel weird. i think.
done laundry twice, cleaned house twice.
HAD MY TAXES DONE and PICKED THEM UP.
bought plane tickets to go to key west at the end of the month, and..
enjoyed and finished sean wilsey's 'oh the glory of it all.'
and written quite a bit. and worked on two smaller websites for clients. and took pictures of the sky and oakland hills from the roof at the office.
i congratulate myself on my continued existence. i really do not know how i make it through the days sometimes. i somehow managed to do all of that on only three or four hugs. people hugs, anyway. yoko hugs are perpetually forthcoming.
tea and the devil
tamera documented the garden tea this weekend. i took some pictures too, find them below. my rss feed is messed up for picture galleries and extended posts right now, which makes me sad, but i haven't had a chance to fix it. so if you're reading a feed, click through for photos and the rest of this post, which has some shit about the tarot! and i promise i'll fix the rss feed soon.
because tamera is amazing, she got me the Aquarian Tarot for a present. i love this tarot deck and have been obsessing about it. i don't know how i feel yet about its divinatory or symbolic properties. i haven't even done a reading with it yet, i've just been marveling at the 70s art deco insanity of each card, especially the major arcana.
at tea, we compared some of the cards to the rider waite deck, and thought about how Palladini had changed the symbolism, or not, in some cards. in general, we noticed that faces are quite wispy and inconsequential in this deck, and wondered what to take from that.
also, to me, it seems like the colors aren't as saturated as they should be (i've actually added saturation in the scans below), and i really wonder if that has to do with the quality of the printing done by US Games, who publishes these. i would love to see an original version of this deck from the 70s, but i have no idea where i would find it. if anyone knows where to look for such things, by all means, email me.
i am glad that jenny ryf over at catalyst posed about the aquarian tarot. she's how i found it. i was googling for Palladini and magician, trying to find images of David Palladini's OTHER tarot deck. as she says about the magician card: "Thanks Magician, let's translate ideas into action. I also like how you look like you could be in Jefferson Airplane."
i could not resist scanning a few of the most astonishing cards in the deck. here they are:
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in other news,
recently, i have been fascinated by the Bohemian Club and Bohemian Grove. i blame that partially on the big article about Bohemian Grove in Vanity Fair this month. sadly, the article is kind of a let down. it starts out with intrigue and darkness, but it fizzles out into some vague concern that maybe something bad is happening or maybe not, and a lot of rambling about forestry paperwork. BUT, anyone who has walked by the Bohemian Club's clubhouse in downtown San Francisco should also become fascinated, at the very least because of the of the spooky plaque on the building.
and, my sutro tower tattoo is itchy and peeling and leaves flakes of itself in places like BART, my bed, and the office floor at work. this is gross, i guess, but whatever. there's something good about it, too.
notes from books
i've been reading some, and had i had a pen, i would have underlined the following parts of books i've been at this week:
"Wouldn't it be nice if all the people who are lonesome could live in one big dormitory, sleep in beds next to each other, talk, laugh, and keep the lights on as long as they want to?"
- Lenny Bruce, How To Talk Dirty and Influence People
"If you yearn for people who won't reciprocate your interest in them, you should know that your yearning for them is probably the most valuable thing about them."
- Joyce Carol Oates, The Faith of a Writer
"...one last thing to remember: writers are always selling somebody out."
-Joan Didion in the preface to Slouching Toward Bethlehem
yoko
on wednesday, as i was leaving the house to go get a root canal, yoko had a small seizure. so i rushed her to the vet and cancelled my root canal.
she is fine. there is a small chance it may have been cardiac related but one more test is required to know for sure. i don't know what to say. she's getting older. for the last few years, she has looked after me and protected me in her cat ways. she has laid with me while i recovered from surgery, protected me from difficult roommates and boyfriends, and laid with me during the endless breakup tears of 2008. now i feel like it's my turn to take care of her, or at least, the beginning of the time when she'll need that from me more than she has. i've been walking around feeling like everything is very fragile.
brunch, etc
a pointless weekend. the problem with going into the office a lot is that when i have days at home, i feel entitled to do very little. but even bed has lost its charm this weekend - i want to be engaged by life, but i've almost compulsively embraced laziness.
it occurred to me as i lay in bed, waking up into an almost bad mood brought on by feeling non-industrious, that i've neglected my multivitamins and vitamin b for almost a week. okay. fine. i will take them when i am done here.
i tend to brunch alone at universal cafe on the weekends, which is a combination luxury and punishment. it's usually the best food i eat all week, and i get a lot of reading done there, but on down days it can be hard to keep from radiating a sense of loneliness during this ritual, which most people do with a partner or often, it seems, with a group of manicured blonde friends.
i was reading How To Talk Dirty and Influence People over brunch, and i was at the chapter where Lenny Bruce is talking about working on a farm. so i walked home thinking about times when i did more physical labor or exercise. times when i felt healthier, lived outdoors, did yoga more often, or at least went to the outdoors many times over a summer. i haven't left san francisco or been in nature in a very long time, mostly due to money and transportation issues, which are of course entangled with each other. right now, with the exception of a trip to key west in a couple of weeks, i don't see any immediate change possible in that pattern, due to continuing work and money issues. i'm starting to try to envision a change, though.
after the neighborhood violence a few weeks ago, i started thinking about possibly moving. i'm still thinking about that and variations of that. basically, i pay a lot of rent for one person for my cavern o' dreams, and there's not really a way to afford it and also afford the rest of life without continuing to do a lot of tech work. i'm very tired of tech work, and tired of being trapped in the city, too. but i am also deeply resistant to the idea of moving again, and not convinced i could find anything more/as awesome and cheaper anywhere in SF. so what would i do, leave san francisco? but what i'd really like is to go back to school and live somewhere more peaceful and foresty and be able to just write and take pictures and space out. BUT i don't know that i would be as interested in doing those things if i was away from my muse, san francisco, and my friends here, for very long. so i'm really torn and confused as to what the right path is.
a strange gift about being single, though, is that at least i can mull these decisions without the added confusion of taking into account what my person wants too.
i don't know. i feel really aimless. it's sort of like depression but i think it's more like just lack of purpose.
swinney.org posts 2000 thru 2005
Sunday cascaded into more coffee, a donut, chores, and just now, migrating all of my old posts from swinney.org into elly.org.
In the early part of this (omg, nearly over) decade, swinney.org was a galvanizing force amongst a certain group of internet pals. we all wrote there, and commented on each other's writing. it was a group blog of sorts. it was where drama played out, too. it was the site to reload in search of action in the pre-social networking days. if you go look at it you'll notice that the "thoughts" are sort of like twitter. swinney was before its time!
i'm still good friends with most of the people that frequented that site. and, amazingly, i'm still kind of proud of my writing on swinney.org. or at the very least not desperately embarrassed by it, which is not always true of older stuff from here. it's not like anything i'd write now, of course, but i particularly like this post where i transcribed the results of a "what career is right for you" test from high school, and this post about climbing through my neighbor's window.
There's no real reason to move these posts into my own site except for my intense dedication to archiving every little thing. Did I tell you that I'm thinking about becoming a librarian? That's on the career test results, actually. it lists 'archivist.'
coming up only to hold you under
i am keeping track of the symbols and signs that i witness, and creating a system of their meanings. the problem is that meaning and power come from human consensus, subliminal or otherwise. and i'm just one person. my language is lost and i haven't even really started on it.
still reading joyce carol oates. today i read her proclamation that "an artist is born damned." emphasis hers. i'm very sensitive to italics.
tonight's various madness despite a long day at the "office"
the "office" is really just an apartment in oakland.
tonight on icb, james pasted: She considers the camera a phallus, comparable to ray guns and cars, which are "fantasy-machines whose use is addictive".
[00:51] <shadok> what is it about feminist theory that slowly drives [00:51] <shadok> intelligent women loopy? [00:52] <le> that question.... [00:52] <le> seems so fucking loaded [00:55] <shadok> so you would agree that a cameria is an addictive fantasy [00:55] <shadok> machine, just like a "ray gun"? [00:55] <le> yes, actually [00:55] <shadok> i see [00:55] <le> i'm addicted to mine [00:55] <le> i'd also like a ray gun [00:55] <jh> same
also, i just caught myself annotating my own private journal with... thoughts on my thoughts. good christ. it always starts out with "oh i'll just re-read this bit before i save the month's journal..." and next thing i know i've created footnotes to myself. when is it time to worry? when my footnotes have footnotes? yo, dawg, i heard u like thinkin, so i put some thoughts in your thoughts so you can think while you think!
mania leads to an unnecessarily elaborate 404 page
I became obsessed with making a very elaborate 404 page for my site. Once I got the idea I couldn't stop. First I thought I'd just do one random card on the 404 page, then I thought, well, three would be better for a full reading. Then, once I showed it to a few people, they responded with, okay but what do the cards mean?? So then I added meanings. 78 cards in a tarot deck - I uploaded them all by hand and cut and pasted in the meanings from The Pictorial Key to the Tarot.
For Drupal nerds: I made a custom node type with an imagefield for the cards, and a custom field for card meaning. Then I just made view with sort criteria set to 'random' and limited to show only three nodes and only the fields I wanted (card, title, meaning). Imagecache resizes the cards (the originals I uploaded are higher res). After that it was all theming - a very minor amount of views theming and some css and jquery for display.
It would be fun to create a whole tarot reading site - I like the idea of uploading a bunch of different decks and letting people enter specific queries, and storing past readings for people and things like that. However, I have plenty of other crap going on. But.. it's a very enticing idea.
This post is only here to troubleshoot my RSS feed but I tried to find something to put in it to make it worth reading anyway
So I went to see what was tagged 'amazing' in my delicious and found this so here you go, it's one of the covers from the intercommunal newspaper published by The Diggers in the 60s. It was called Kaliflower. This post at thenonist.com has more.
i'm in key west
hello, i am in key west. we went to the hemingway house today. i met some cats that live there.
it is a weirdly detached experience to go on a tour of a writer's home. on the tour, hemingway's various tumultuous marriages were reported blithely. the tour guide kept referring to "hemingway's death" in a nondescript manner, until an uninformed middle aged tour attendee finally asked, but, he was so young when he died, how did he die so young?? and the tour guide had to say "suicide." way to bring down my vacation, asshole! when can i get a margarita?
anyway. cats. some with mutant toes.















